Harry Potter: The Fake Gryffindor Warrior - HP / Hogwarts

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Harry sat cross-legged on the cot, now inside the storage cupboard under the stairs.

Although he had been reluctant to enter, how could a seven-year-old child resist two adults and a fat boy who weighed more than some grown men?

"But I can't let this be. There are less than two weeks until September, when I start second grade. If my classmates come over to play or if the teacher visits, should I tell them I live in a cupboard?" thought Harry

Seven-year-old Harry didn't realize that if his classmates or teachers at school found out he lived in a cupboard, his aunt and uncle, who constantly bullied him, would be in trouble.

He wasn't aware of that, he was only wondering how he could convince Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to let him move back into the small room he hadn't even liked that much before.

Harry was very smart, but his intelligence was still within the range of ordinary people. In the end, he was just a very clever seven-year-old.

That's why the solution he came up with embarrassed him so much that, years later, he wanted to scratch the walls every time he thought about it. Yet, Harry was grateful for his choice because, in the end, things turned out well.

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"Dudley, I have something to discuss with you!" Harry approached Dudley with a shy expression and a smile. He would never have done this before, Dudley and his friends usually treated him like a punching bag. Harry always stayed as far away from Dudley as possible.

This move obviously made Dudley a little uncomfortable. The chubby boy stared at Harry blankly and asked, almost instinctively, "What do you want to talk about?"

"It's working!"

Harry was thrilled. Of course, he had prepared before daring to approach Dudley.

This was a small form of mental magic called mind control, which could influence the emotions of people with weak wills. Harry had tested it before, his mental power (a concept from the Aegean world) was still too weak, meaning he couldn't affect strong-minded individuals. Normal adults, like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, were completely immune to his influence.

So, the only ones he could affect were children or small animals?

Harry had tested it, and Mrs. Figg's cats proved it worked, at least on small creatures. So, he decided to try it on Dudley.

The defenseless Dudley froze for a moment as Harry approached, and that was all the opportunity Harry's mental magic needed to slip in.

"Dudley, you know there's going to be a test at the start of the school year, right? Are you ready?" Harry felt like the Big Bad Wolf tricking the little pigs.

Dudley's expression instantly twisted in discomfort. Elementary school subjects were incredibly simple, at least, that's what Harry thought. But all the energy Dudley got from food was used to fuel his physical growth, especially horizontally. That had affected his brain function to some degree.

He wasn't exactly stupid, but he certainly wasn't bright. On top of that, he hated studying, so his grades were terrible.

Every test was almost a nightmare for Dudley because the results were sent home by letter.

These were the only times that Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia ever argued with Dudley, although occasionally, they did it together. For example, in the third monthly exam of the previous school year, Dudley had scored a zero in math.

"You have a solution?" Dudley asked hesitantly. He was confused about why he was suddenly willing to listen to this cousin he didn't even like. And yet, something about what the other boy was saying made sense.

Seeing Dudley's expression, Harry knew he had taken the bait. Smiling, he said, "I have a special study method that can help you quickly master the material you need for the exam. But I have to get back to my old room."

Dudley eyed him suspiciously before finally raising his fist. "If you dare lie to me, I'll use you as a punching bag to test out my new boxing gloves."

"No problem!" Harry replied proudly.

That night, Dudley cried and screamed for Harry to return to his original room, which made Uncle Vernon furious. Even though Harry's bed was foldable and easy to move, carrying it up and down the stairs was still a difficult task, especially for someone of Uncle Vernon's size.

However, except during exam season, Dudley was the absolute favorite in the household. So, in the end, Harry got his small room back, though half of the space was still taken up by Dudley's miscellaneous junk.

Harry was more than satisfied. As for what to do with Dudley next, he already had a plan.

A Special Study Method?

Of course, Harry had no intention of actually teaching Dudley anything!

But he did have a bit of magical shorthand. This spell allowed people to retain a large amount of information in a short period of time. Its original purpose was to help wizards memorize highly complex magical arrays.

After all, drawing a magic circle had to be completed within a limited timeframe. The sequences involved were often so intricate that even experienced wizards struggled to memorize them all. So, when necessary, they would consult books or notes, use the shorthand spell to commit the circle to memory, and then transcribe it.

The only drawback? The spell's effects lasted for just seven days, and since school started in September, with the first exams happening around that time, it was perfect timing.

Harry was thrilled. It was the first time he had truly used magic, and both the process and the results felt amazing.

Of course, dealing with Dudley alone wasn't enough. If he truly wanted to live comfortably in this house, he had to get along with his aunt and uncle as well. But that was easier said than done, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to despise him from the depths of their souls.

Still, Harry now had leverage.

All he needed was time.

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Four Years Later

The Dursleys, who lived at 4 Privet Drive, had become the most admired and envied family in the entire neighborhood.

It wasn't just because they were now the richest household on the block. No, what truly set them apart was the fact that both of their children had outstanding academic records.

It was unbelievable.

That chubby boy, who usually looked like a complete fool, somehow aced every test.

At one point, his teacher even suspected him of cheating. But after multiple observations, it was confirmed that he definitely wasn't. In the end, the teacher concluded that Dudley was simply an exam-focused student, not particularly remarkable in class, but exceptionally skilled when it came to taking tests.

Of course, if that were the only thing, the neighbors would have felt jealous, but not in awe.

What truly amazed people was how kind the Dursleys were to their nephew, who was staying with them, just as kind as they were to their own son. It was wonderful that Mrs. Dursley treated her late sister's child so warmly, but what was even more rare and admirable was that Mr. Dursley did the same.

It was true that, over the years, Vernon and Petunia had been very good to Harry.

But to say their kindness was genuine?

Not exactly.

The real reason they treated Harry well was purely motivated by profit.

For Aunt Petunia, it was simple: she was extremely pleased with Dudley's consistently high test scores ever since he started spending time with Harry. But even more than that, what truly delighted her was that Dudley never got sick anymore.

Harry himself had never been sick since childhood. The only exception was a high fever when he was seven years old, but apart from that, he had never even caught a cold.

Dudley, despite being chubby and strong, used to fall ill at least two or three times a year, which was normal for a child.

However, ever since he started spending time with Harry, he hasn't gotten sick even once.

That alone saved the family a fortune in medical expenses, even though their income had significantly increased over the past few years.

And speaking of increased income.

That was exactly why Uncle Vernon's attitude toward Harry had changed.

It all started three years ago, when Vernon's company, Grunnings, was competing for a major international contract. At the time, the company had several strong competitors, and no clear advantage over them.

For weeks, Vernon had been in a foul mood, snapping at everyone, even Dudley wasn't spared.

The turning point came on the final day of a crucial multi-party meeting, where each company had to present and defend their proposal. As a supervisor, Vernon was in charge of presenting on behalf of Grunnings, and he was extremely nervous about it.

That morning, Harry handed him a tiny paper star, saying it would bring him good luck.

The Dursleys hated anything remotely unscientific, so Vernon angrily rejected it. But Dudley, being Dudley, made a huge fuss and stuffed the star into Vernon's briefcase.

Vernon, not wanting to waste energy arguing with his son, let it slide. He planned to deal with Harry later, maybe even scold Dudley a little while he was at it, to remind everyone who was in charge.

But then, something incredible happened.

That day, Vernon's luck was unbelievable.

He had a smooth drive to work, avoiding traffic and narrowly missing a group of troublemakers on the street.

During the presentation, he spoke with confidence, debated skillfully with the academic panel, and impressed everyone in the room. His performance even brought honor to the entire company.

The deal was secured.

When Vernon returned to his office and began sorting through his briefcase, his eyes fell on the tiny paper star at the bottom.

Had this been a one-time coincidence, he wouldn't have thought much of it.

But it kept happening. Again and again, for the next three years, every time Vernon had a major business opportunity, things would mysteriously go his way.

Until earlier this year, when Vernon secured a massive deal that earned him a promotion to General Manager of the entire Northern Region.

At that point, he had no choice but to believe it.

Maybe, just maybe, the boy he had despised all these years really did have some kind of strange gift.

"After all... his parents…"

Vernon violently shook his head, pushing away thoughts that had no business being in his mind. He refused, absolutely refused, to think about anything related to magic.

"Luck! Luck is enough!"

That was the most absurd concept Vernon was willing to accept.

If Vernon had a more vivid imagination, perhaps he would have thought of an ostrich at that moment, because his mentality was exactly like one.

Burying his head in the sand.

As if that would protect him from the dangerous reality lurking just outside his field of vision.

Of course, Harry wasn't actually making people luckier. Fairy tales might talk about wizards who could brew liquid luck, but Harry didn't have that ability.

What he had used on Vernon was a small mental spell called Renewal.

For years, Harry had been experimenting with magic from the Aegean world, but elemental magic didn't seem to work well on Earth. It wasn't completely useless, but the effects were severely weakened.

However, mental magic was a different story.

This particular spell, Renewal, could temporarily enhance a person's mental state, making them more alert, energetic, and quick-thinking.

The effects included:

-Faster reasoning

-Sharper memory

-Increased energy levels

The side effect?

A deep exhaustion that would last a day or two afterward.

That day, during the presentation, Uncle Vernon had been at his absolute peak, sharp, persuasive, and brimming with confidence.

Naturally, things had gone perfectly.

And as for the fatigue afterward?

Well, it was only natural to feel exhausted after an intense work period, wasn't it?

At least, Uncle Vernon had never questioned it. He was too busy believing it was just luck.

A very stubborn ostrich indeed.

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